| When I asked what closure felt like | 
| No one could give me a solid answer | 
| When we turned around the corner | 
| I felt my entire body shake | 
| I swear it didn’t look like him | 
| Those hands were dirty and that was comforting | 
| And when she said don’t be afraid | 
| For the last time, I touched his face | 
| And I drove over Sunday morning | 
| I couldn’t stop shaking the whole way | 
| And she walked over to the thermostat | 
| Said the house needed to be warm today | 
| And we all sat there in silence | 
| Listening to our mother cry | 
| And I felt it when it hit | 
| I feel everything | 
| And I heard you practicing in the shower | 
| All the things you were gonna say | 
| Though I didn’t hear specific words | 
| Boy, I tell you, you sounded brave | 
| You were that little bit too late | 
| Probably wouldn’t have changed him anyway | 
| But if I said that I felt the same | 
| Would it feel okay? | 
| And I keep his photo in my wallet | 
| Yeah, I watch home videos sometimes | 
| To hear his voice and see him smile | 
| To heal the impact on my life | 
| Still hoping I’ll see him on the street | 
| Or in the house he built around me, my sisters, and my brother | 
| For the strongest woman I’ve ever known, my mother | 
| And I keep his photo in my room | 
| And how he looked so much like you | 
| Charlie, you’re gonna be okay | 
| At least tomorrow, if not today | 
| And Charlie, I’m gonna be okay | 
| And there is no one we can blame | 
| Charlie, you’re gonna be okay | 
| At least tomorrow, if not today | 
| Keep playing your songs everyday | 
| Oh, and when you’re not okay | 
| You can always call | 
| And it was no one’s fault |